"It's nothing, you guys continue." Xin Xiaoxiao waved her hand, cheerfully picked up an orange and started peeling it.
Lun Shujun and Mao Jialan were having a great conversation, their teacups being refilled over and over again.
"Your place really had tough conditions. When I was doing a mission there, my lips were cracked, and every time I spoke, they bled."
"Yeah, when we were kids, we could only eat meat during the holidays."
Xin Xiaoxiao inadvertently overheard some of their conversation, curiously looked at Lun Shujun, and asked, "Auntie, do you know my dad's little wife?"
"No." Lun Shujun shook her head and said, "I went on a mission to their place over twenty years ago."
Then she glanced at Mao Jialan, cheerfully said, "But back then, your stepmother was probably still a kid."
Upon hearing this, Xin Xiaoxiao sneered, "Yeah, now she's become your backup mother-in-law."
The tone was full of sarcasm and disdain.
